Memory

When I meet your eyes it´s not me that you see

Since you're holding the hand of someone other than me

I know I have so much to look forward to

but it´s funny cause I feel empty if I'm not missing you

I called your number, but you don´t pick up the phone

and even if you did, I know you're not alone

When I call your name, you act like you can´t hear

But I know you heard me when I was yours last year

When I meet your eyes, it´s not me you see

What am I to you now, but a painful memory

Reviews

[SleeplessVolcano]

Memories of love lost always stings, though time helps, it seems.....i can turn one line into a question...."did he really see you at all, even then?"

Great writing.

[Adam Adams]

Heartaches always break even the whole life into pieces, for no reason. It's a pattern - a matrix of love that teaches what's meant to be be taught. Melancholy words you've come up with. Immensely written, heartfelt write it is.

[Johanna]

Thankyou Adams :)

[Ben Noah Suri]

When love is lost then the memory does become painful.... Poignant and bitter sweet write. Liked it for it did stir a few memories..

[wordman]

from your arms to a memory,great write

[Johanna]

well said :) thankyou

[wordman]

you`re welcome

[Indra Neil]

A profound and poignant write! Well done!

[Johanna]

thankyou :)

[Indra Neil]

u r welcome!